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It's one of those posts.

There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?

Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.

At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)

Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)

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She can't help it!

Shalla goes :O. (But cutely)

"I think I deserve some kind of prize. I mean, the entire galaxy loves me, I should get something." She pouts.

Pilots and their bruised egos.

"Wellll..."

Wes eyes her dubiously.

"They don't love you as much as me, though. And no one gave me a prize. So I don't see why you should get one. You've already got cookies, after all," he points out.

She glares right back at him.

"Yes, but you keep stealing my cookies. So I deserve a prize." Or she will pout more.

"I could give them back?" he suggests while munching on a cookie, then opens his mouth to demonstrate with a preview.

He's five.

"WES! EW!" She leans across the table and grabs his chin, trying to close his mouth.

"Close it!"

Wes snickers but obliges, and swallows the cookie mush.

"That's a no, then?"

"That's a 'you need help.' And a 'you act like a four year-old.'"

She shudders. And then straightens quickly, remembering.

"Oh! Face and I need you for something!"

"Insulting a superior officer, Lieutenant." Wes shakes his head. "--I'm at least nine."

He blinks at that, then eyes her. "Face and you? I don't think I like the sound of that right there."

"You aren't my superior officer, Lieutenant."

She nods her head quickly, beaming at him. "Well, we need you to take a message to Command. You don't have to know what it says. Just take it. And try not to let them kill you for treason, okay?"

'Cause that'd be bad.

"Am so," he says, pretending to be sulky.

"...wow. You're really reassuring. Why don't I get to know what it says?" Wes goes for the sad look. "Don't you trust me?"

"Are not," she retorts, maturely not sticking her tongue out!

"Well, see, it involves holding Commander Antilles for ransom. See? You would be better off not knowing what it says." Even though she kinda just told him.

"Am too ... times infinity."

Ha!

"You-- wait, what?" Wes stares at Shalla, amused. "You're going to hold Wedge to ransom? They call that mutiny in most systems, you know."

"Are not times infinity plus one!" PWNED.

"Well, yes, but see they can't get us for mutiny if we're here. And you say you're from the future, so they won't know I did. Or something." It's foolproof!

Well, damn! Wes looks sad now, having been so clearly beaten. No, really. Devastated.

Then he just looks like this: o_O

"Well, that's true. Safe at the end of the universe. But you know, Wedge isn't from the same time as me either, here. So I'll just look stupid, taking a ransom note for someone who hasn't even been kidnapped in my time."

He nods. See? Flaw!

Shalla owns Wes so hard. And she knows this, judging by the grin on her face.

"..."

Huh.

"We could take holos! Of him tied up! And then say that we...put an impostor in the Commander's place." She nods, because this won't result in Wedge getting interrogated or jailed or anything.

Lies.

"...some people would pay money just to see holos of Wedge tied up," Wes says, pulling a face. This is clearly not a mental image he wanted.

"You could say that. They might even believe you. But then they'd just send in, well, you guys to blow everything up, so okay, that didn't really work how I intended, never mind."

Shalla? Lie? Never!

Shalla smirks at him. "You chief among them, I suppose?" Wes/Wedge OTP.

As this is very much like what happened earlier in the conversation, she repeats his words. "Better luck next time."

Wes shoots her a dirty look at the comment. "Right, that's me. Been a dream of mine for years."

Yep, that's Shalla on his list of 'People To Give Really Crappy Jobs When I Take Over The Galaxy.'

"Thanks," wryly. "I'll try harder in future."

"I'll have to tell the rest of the Wraiths. We've been betting on how long it would take you to realize it," she says, batting her eyelashes.

She pats him on the shoulder. "You'd better. You've got a reputation to uphold, you know."

Wes shakes his head, but grins. "Hope you didn't put any money on that. Be a shame if you were poor now -- couldn't afford any cookies in future."

Amused, "What reputation would this be?"

That shocks her. "Are you implying that I have to pay for my cookies?" Wes run! She will break your kneecaps!

She sits back and sighs. "You know. Wes Janson, lady killer and brilliant prankster. So far, I have seen no evidence of either. Guess everyone was mistaken."

"Wellll..." Wes is thoughtful. "I only give a few away for free, you know. You can't expect cookies all the time from me. Gotta buy 'em at some point."

Apparently his sense of self-preservation has taken a severe knock since he arrived here.

"Oh, right, that one." He grins. "It's still all true, 'course. But, I mean, do you really want me to demonstrate either around you?"

She shakes her head vehemently. "Not me. I always get them for free." To imply otherwise is to risk death!

She...does not answer. Just raises an eyebrow.

Wes looks at her cynically. "What are you, a Jedi now?"

Then he blinks. Innocently.

"What?"

"Mmhmm." She waves her hand in his face. "Shalla always gets free cookies."

Wes is just stupid enough to fall for it.

He gets A Look. "You know what."